It was the time when my mom used to struggle for time. She would wake up early in the morning with her hair as beautifully braided as ever and I would be shook awake to have that traditional head massage with a mixture of hot coconut and castor oil with the extracts of sun-dried hibiscus, henna and fenugreek. After I sleepily shampoo my hair followed by the massage, my mom would pat it dry with a thin towel and would carefully part my hair into sections to try different types of braids on my curly but soft hair.
As she tamed my dense and curly hair into braids of every possible beauty, I would sit there bored with the palm of my hands supporting my cheek. In spite of lack of time, my mother made it a point to wake up ten minutes early everyday just to make time for the wonderful braids that her fingers weaved with my hair. After she finished with the styling, I would gaze at my own self in the mirror and brim at her with pride on my face.
was the fall again, they had gone for a stroll outside the university campus
into the beautiful park where snowy trees surrounded the white spread and there
were very few passers-by due to the freezing chill. The
two of them hovered around enjoying the beauty carpeted around them. Maureen
had already gone down, working her gloved hands into the snowy layers. She
started rolling a huge ice ball with a grin on her pink face. Steve looked at
her dazed by the tinkle of her eyes and the jingle that her laughter spread in
his heart. The moist wind ruffled her
blond hair, some of which fell onto her face like a wave onto the shores. Steve
just stood there with his hands folded, his lips curved into a mesmerizing
smile and his eyebrows were arched in sheer amazement of what was happening to
him that moment. He felt…